"After all these years... still the same formula, still the same flavor~"
Moonlight, beauty, and slender legs should have made a perfect scene. Unfortunately, the falling flower had feelings, but the flowing water was heartless. As the delicate, pale foot, carrying thunderous force, was about to land on his head, Gin sighed slightly in his heart.
Then, with frame-perfect precision, he raised his hand and firmly grabbed the plump calf in his grip, feeling its soft texture, inhaling the faint illusory fragrance at close range—his heart stirred.
Slap!
Just as Gin was enjoying the rare beauty in front of him, the mysterious woman whose leg was being restrained flashed a look of shame and anger in her eyes. Feeling the restless hand on her calf, she quickly whipped out her other leg. The foot, glowing faint blue, struck Gin's lewd face with a crisp sound.
She actually landed a hit?
The woman froze, dazed. While her brain short-circuited, she suddenly felt a wet and tingling sensation coming from her foot, followed by Gin's infuriating voice.
"Not salty… did you wash it?"
Slap~ slap~ slap~
One could tell what was happening just from the sound. The mature beauty's face turned bright red like a steamed crab, radiating heat as her foot flew repeatedly toward Gin's evil handsome face, the impacts echoing like firecrackers during New Year.
"Hey, hey, that's enough already, you—"
Having received a full facial massage, Gin finally grabbed the offending little foot again. Both arms tensed as he pulled a classic Earth-style wrestling move and slammed the woman down hard.
"That look... that stance... no way?"
Lying on the ground, the dizzy woman struggled to sit up. Her pitch-black eyes showed indignation. The faint blue light reignited around her, and she adopted a stance that made Gin's brow twitch and voice turn strange.
"No way... I need to confirm this. This kind of ridiculous trope... don't tell me it's really happening to me?"
Feeling increasingly uneasy, Gin no longer bothered to continue the exchange with the beauty. His eyes gleamed red, releasing a chilling, frosty aura. As the woman charged at him, he calmly spoke:
"As for you... sorry, you're logging off now."
From the darkness behind him, a massive shadow formed. Before the woman could react, a black hand silently appeared and grasped her tightly.
"I know you AIs have identification functions. So, surrender now, or do you want to taste one of these?"
As she struggled, Gin raised one hand. At his fingertip, a tiny blue ball spun, emitting a fierce whistle.
The woman stared at the Rasengan on his finger in fear, then glared at him hatefully before looking up, as if expecting something.
Sure enough, a familiar ripple of light descended from the sky, enveloping her and taking her away.
"Backyard daily refresh skill: [Painful Heaven Kick] acquired. Painful Heaven Kick x1."
With the familiar system tone, the massive black hand vanished. Gin wasn't thrilled by the new skill—instead, he frowned and glanced back at a window in the mansion, eyes filled with suspicion.
"Tch. Seeing is believing. This system has never been reliable."
Moments later, Gin stood before a bedroom door, his hand frozen mid-air.
"Barging in like this... might be too much. If it's fake, fine. But if it's real, then I..."
His eyes full of inner struggle, Gin finally pushed the door open silently, holding his breath as he tiptoed inside.
Over the years, Gin had entered Itama's room a few times, but never paid it much mind. Now, taking a close look, he realized the whole room was filled with girlish vibes—not at all matching a boy's style.
There were cute decorations everywhere, and dolls neatly placed by the bed and on shelves. The balance in Gin's heart tilted even further.
Hoo~ hoo~
It was deep into the night. The room's owner was already in deep sleep. Standing beside the bed, Gin listened to Itama's soft breathing and looked at the defenseless sleeping posture.
His gaze landed on Itama's gently rising chest—those once-envied pecs now seemed... different. On the smooth little face was a faint smile, as if dreaming of something lovely.
"Curly gorilla, I want you..."
Hearing the whispered dream talk, Gin's gaze shifted from the chest to the moist, pink lips—his mouth suddenly dry.
"Byakugan, activate!"
Taking a deep breath as if making a final decision, Gin's eyes snapped open, glowing with blue light. The x-ray-like vision now became very useful.
At this point, he had no choice but to see the truth through.
First scanning Itama's delicate face, then the smooth neck, then stopped by the majestic mounds blocking the way. He studied them for a while, then reluctantly moved his gaze downward past the slim waist...
Until he reached the final destination.
"Hoo~ this is for the truth. No other thoughts at all!"
Gin took another deep breath, eyes now crystal-clear with sacred determination.
And what he found... was emptiness.
"Preconceived notions really are deadly!"
He couldn't believe it. The kid he raised as a boy... was actually a girl?
Memories of their interactions played through his mind, warping everything he knew about Itama.
"Tch, I knew it!"
He looked at the soundly sleeping Itama and couldn't help but mutter.
"Who's there!"
To his surprise, that soft whisper woke the girl up. Before even opening her eyes, her leg flew out like a spring, aiming right at Gin.
Slap~ slap~ slap~
Without any defense, Gin suffered a familiar barrage again. But this time, the thrill was gone.
"Ah? Curly gorilla, what are you doing?!"
After landing a few hits, Itama finally opened her big eyes. Seeing Gin standing there awkwardly, she quickly wrapped herself in her blanket, leaving only her head out, glaring warily.
Normally, Gin would scoff at such behavior—what's the point of hiding? You're a guy.
But now, he looked at her complexly, then slowly spoke:
"So... you were a fake trap all along?"
"Curly gorilla, are you sleepwalking?"
Her face reddened slightly. For so many years, Gin had always treated her like a boy—even when he caught her bathing, he didn't give a second look. So now... what was this about?
"Sigh... why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Because I was afraid you'd treat me like a star-crossed alien and drown me in your twisted Uchiha love, day and night!
"You never asked, did you?!"
Now that the secret was out, Itama finally snapped. She leapt up and shouted, pointing at Gin's nose:
"You curly gorilla! You spank me, grope my chest all the time! If I weren't weaker than you, I'd have already—"
The spanking was because you were disobedient! As for the chest-groping... I just wanted to ask about training tips!
"Alright, alright, let's not dwell on the past. What's important now is to keep your secret hidden. If others find out, how am I supposed to explain—"
Gin quickly interrupted her, panicking. Then he asked:
"Besides me, who else knows your secret?"
This brat had been hiding it well. Who else was in the dark?
"..."
Itama froze mid-punch, eyes showing hesitation.
"Don't tell me it's Chiri? She's closest to you. She probably knows already, huh?"
Seeing her red face, Gin felt betrayed.
"You better talk!"
"Ha~ this brat's secret... probably everyone in the clan knows except you~"
A cold voice suddenly came from the doorway. Yawning, Hikari leaned on the frame, eyes rolled so far back it looked like a bloodline mutation.
"Nani?!"
Gin looked horrified.
"Even Uchiha Tiedan the gatekeeper knows."
Hikari kept throwing knives.
"No way... no way..."
And thus, the world of Gin alone suffered.
Back to the present.
"I just lost my job~"
Slumped on the couch in a classic lazy pose, Gin watched Itama munching fish and announced the shocking news.
"Huh? I thought you got fired ages ago~"
Itama licked her fingers, confused.
This guy never seemed to go to work anyway!
"Impossible! I had a sword from the old regime—no one dared fire me!"
Gin huffed.
"So what happened?"
True, Gin, the top Uchiha insider, shouldn't be unemployed unless something big happened.
"Tch, your brother tried to be nice and released all the prisoners."
Gin pouted.
"Ohhh~ so the unit died because of you!"
Realization hit Itama as fish juice dripped from her mouth.
"Hmph! You better take responsibility for your brother's actions!"
Gin pointed accusingly.
"What, you want to sleep in my room tonight?"
Unfazed, Itama raised an eyebrow flirtatiously.
"I—! Nonsense! I, Gin, am not so unreasonable!"
Gin instantly sat upright and spoke righteously.
"Tch~ coward!"
"Where's Hikari?"
Not wanting to push his luck with Itama, Gin scanned upstairs. No trace.
"That old woman? Went to train."
Itama replied casually, propping up her cheek.
"Tch. I told her to relax, go shopping. Why won't she listen?"
Gin muttered.
"Maybe she feels threatened. That white-haired woman last time didn't even go all out."
Itama's voice turned serious.
"Sigh... they're family. Why fight?"
"Family? I don't think so."
Itama's gaze pierced through the skylight, brimming with battle intent.
Several days later...
More and more ninja clans poured into Konoha. Many started buying property—things got lively fast.
The craftsmen from the Land of Waves who built the shops didn't sell them outright, only offered leases.
Even so, plenty of ninja clans signed rental contracts to secure the business rights.
"Lord Gin, these ninja clans really are rich—cleaned us out in no time!"
A clan member, now leader of the craftsmen, held a stack of contracts with excitement.
"But why not sell? We'd make several times more!"
Gin chuckled.
"You don't get it. The joy of being a landlord~"
Flipping through contracts, he smiled.
"Tch, the Shimura clan rented half a street! And the Yamanaka clan? Quietly got rich!"
Familiar clans like Sarutobi, Shimura, Ino-Shika-Cho, Inuzuka, Aburame... all invested.
"Huh? Where's the Hyūga? Didn't they make it?"
Gin flipped through every contract but found no sign of his "relatives."
"You know the Hyūga clan's movements?"
"No, Lord Gin. They haven't sent anyone yet."
The ninja shook his head.
"Tch. So slow. No wonder all they do is Kaiten and get smacked!"
Gin spat.
Outside Konoha...
"Achoo!"
A white-eyed young man sneezed while approaching the village with his entourage. Irritated.
"Are you alright, young master?"
A senior Hyūga quickly stepped forward.
"Hmph! Not even a welcome party? How rude of the Senju!"
The youth scowled. Such an esteemed dōjutsu clan being treated like this?
He recalled the handwritten invitation by Hashirama and sneered. A leader so humble couldn't be strong.
"The Senju defeated the Uchiha. Don't be so reckless," the elder warned.
"Shut up! Did I ask you to speak?!"
The youth glared at him coldly.
"Sharingan? Pathetic. I'll show them who's the true top dōjutsu clan in the Land of Fire!"
Arrogant words from someone who had never seen battle.
The elder could only sigh, "Let's hope nothing goes wrong..."
Elsewhere...
Gin knocked hard on the Uchiha clan's new office.
"Come in~"
A weak voice replied.
"Big bro! You finally came to relieve me!"
Uchiha Izuna looked like death warmed over beneath a mountain of paperwork.
"Little bro... help me..."
Gin's eyes darted around, fake tears forming.
"What happened?"
"The dungeon's about to be gone... It was built to hold criminals!"
Gin wept.
"Uhh, that was agreed upon by big bro before he went into retreat."
Izuna pushed the blame onto Madara.
"I don't care! You're the acting leader. Fix it or I'll find uncle!"
Gin threatened.
"Wait! Don't do anything crazy! There's always hope!"
Izuna panicked.
"Then what do we do?"
"Well... what if I offer a compromise?"
"?..."
"We can release the prisoners—but not for free. They've eaten our rice all these years, after all..."
(End of Chapter)
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